Then as Lane opened the door and stepped out upon the porch he almost collided with a girl who evidently had been about to come in.
"I beg your----" he began, and stopped.

He knew this girl, but the strained tragic shadow of her eyes was strikingly unfamiliar.

The transparent white skin let the blue tracery of veins show.

On the instant her lips trembled and parted.
"Oh, Daren--don't you know me ?" she asked.
"Mel Iden!" he burst out.

"Know you?
I should smile I do.